Poetry
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Distant Echoes (poem #565)
Distant echoes, remind the horizon of atomic blasts decades ago. The air, everything, changed forever. Date, dated, dating past, present,…
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Lost (poem #564)
Mind and memory, can I forget myself in the smoke, a thought bends like light through a prism, no matter…
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the package (poem #563)
Snow packed, dreams drifting. I opened the package, the tape stuck to my fingers, the debris of plastic bubbles and…
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Listless and Sour (poem #562)
It is not in me, simply isn’t, is not with me, cannot listless and sour it is not in me,…
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![Sleepless [poem #561]](https://www.alinahappyhansenwriter.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/pexels-photo-6078241-1800x1200.jpeg)
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Yellow Flowers (poem #560)
Yellow flowers painted on cream walls crying, screaming, set me free she spins, and turns, trapped captive in her own…